OK, so I went home yesterday evening, put on my best underwear in preparation for an evening by myself. I figure wearing sexy underwear makes one feel a hundred bucks when alone. I have convinced myself that I am a sexy bitch, and quite frankly, I’m happy to stare at my own curves in great underwear from La Senza if need be. Chatted to Chad my rat and almost settled in for an evening of Home & Away and Grey’s Anatomy with The Ant over her pasta a la Tomato Whatever.
And like, I didn’t spend it alone. R came over for dinner.
I asked him if he'd found my blog yet. Negative. Also hadn't tried to look for it, bless him.
Let’s try to forget about me setting the fucking TV cabinet on fire for a second.
Luckily nobody saw.
I set it alight. I lit incense and didn’t put the little fuckers on a bowl. They burnt a blazing hole into the
What to do when you set your furniture alight? Dowse it with wine. Works like a bleeding charm. Burnt my fingers on the blazing inferno, and luckily the video machine and DStv thingie didn’t fall prey to the brunt of the blaze.
Bloody ridiculous. I am a nightmare at the moment.
My head is so not screwed on correctly at present, or maybe it’s just floating in the clouds somewhere above Tasmania. More probable. Or both. Even.
Bless. He arrived with salad stuff and…strawberries and cream. To couple with The Ant’s pasta. We all watched Grey’s Anatomy, and I introduced him to my rodent.
However, after oohing and ahhing over his beautiful house, something was amiss.
Chad had disappeared. Crisis.
Tipped his supersonic cage all but upside down, and thought the little bugger had weaselled himself out of there. Runaway Rat. Fudging escaped, and was concurrently chewing his way through my mattress. Luckily he was stuck in some obscure part of tube. Upside down. (He digs hanging like a bat, upside down. It perturbs me somewhat.)
It was chilled. If anything is happening - I’m still unsure - he's being the perfect gentleman. Which is bloody awesome. We haven't chatted about anything yet, it's just sort of gone to another level. Hugs and kisses stuff. Lucas the security guard was eyeing him out funny, as he does my um, men.
I feel like going skiing in France. It’s been too long.